Tom Waits - Good Old World текст песни

(waltz)

When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.

But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.

But now that I have gone from here theres no place Id rather be

Than to float my chances on the tide back in the good old world.

On octobers last, Ill fly back home rolling down winding way

And all Ive gots a pocket full of flowers from my grave

But now summer is gone I remember it best

Back in the good old world I remember when, she held my hand

And we walked home alone in the rain how pretty her mouth, how soft her hair

Nothing can be the same and theres a rose upon her breast

Where I long to lay my head and her hair was so yellow

And the wine was so red back in the good old world.